Well, they shot him in Miami in a card game on the beach
With the ambulance chasers and the police out of reach
The mothers set fires and the fathers told lies
And a word on the TV was sufficient to the wise

When they don't want you any more
Kick your blankets on the floor
When they don't love you
Blame it all on money
Dying, honey
Coming up much too little or too late

Well, she cut out of Virginia with a little birthday money
Didn't have a tan, didn't know nobody
Down there at the clinic just ten months off the bus
To feed a doll collection shoplifted Toys are Us

When they don't want you anymore
Decorated by the war
When they don't love you
Blame it all on money
Dying, honey
Coming up much too little much too late

Meanwhile, back in the States
Groom stands out back by a lake
The congregation drank wine and beer
The bride she did not appear

When they don't want you anymore
A faded flower on the floor
When they don't love you
Blame it all on money
Dying, honey
Coming up much too little or too late
Growing up like a vampire full of hate

Writer : POLDVERA, JESSE MALIN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group